Monday, 17 September 2012

Raindrops on Roses

Last night, sometime in between falling asleep and the sunrise (for the room was still dark when I opened my eyes), I was woken to the sound of raindrops thrashing heavily against my window. It was the nicest possible way to be woken up because the sound of the rain comforts me, and sometimes it makes me feel like I'm the one it fell for, intended to fall upon my ears no matter what time of day or night.

There’s something about the rain that I can’t explain. And I just don’t know why.

I like seeing rain falling from the sky, I find it as something magical. I get fascinated whenever I see those drops of rain which means of a new start. I enjoy seeing raindrops on the windows of a car, each slowly making its way down, leaving little paths in their wake for others to follow. I like seeing people playing in the rain, enjoying what nature has bestowed upon us. I like the way that makes me feel, and I like knowing that after each and every rainfall there will be a new beginning :) ♥

I love this post and I love love love rain! It´s exactly as you describet it, its like magic and we are part of it! Rain and rainy weather is the best! I´m living in the very north of Germany, right to the Danish border and I´m so lucky, it rains a lot here. Not the best weather for everyone, but definitely for me! =)